People try to diversify their lives with something extremely harmful for themselves. Poppy products! It's not buns of cookies. Everybody knows what I meant to say. The devastation of clear thinking. Blunting of mind. The end of existence that picks up speed.
Everything you were..! Everything you are..! Everything you won't..! You are the reason of yourself destruction!
Overdose. It's meant to be killed by your silly desires. Death come to you like a soft cloud that takes you on the road in heaven. Than it stops near the Mariana Trench, flips down and drops you into the abyss. You try to avoid the inevitable, but all your efforts are futile.
No one, I said, No one, I said, No one Can make us, fucking make us, fucking make us Or break us, fucking change things, or something else! And we lay down and sleep in a poppy field! Nothing, I said nothing, I said nothing Is better than this better than this powder. I can't live with out it in my veins, It makes me Stronger, Smarter, Wilder!
We are standing on the edge Of the deepest precipice We breath our last inhale We are standing on the edge Of the deepest precipice We breath our last inhale We are standing on the edge Of the deepest precipice We breath our last inhale We are standing on the edge Of the deepest precipice We breath our last inhale
Hey Hold on Just keep calm. Prepare. It's not fare, but who cares, how dare you are?